Nathaniel Lolirock Novels & Stories

That was why Nathaniel didn't feel the need to use his dark magic, apart from swatting a few arrows out of the air. Questioning Loki's people, however, proved to be a futile effort. He found nobody who remembered a woman like Katherine, a woman who was not part of the researchers - because yes, Loki also housed a rare few female researchers. Instead, he found out about the last position of Loki's leader, and after much effort managed to reach the cave. There, he met some dazed researchers loitering about. They didn't even try to fight him, only answering his questions with empty eyes. Nathaniel had the feeling that had he asked them to, they would've bound their hands and feet themselves and

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

The grand sculpture of the male god Kaelvar—another god worshipped in Eldoria—was a benevolent sight from the stone pavilion. A white pawn was placed on a black square as a beautiful, pale hand withdrew from the board. Lysandra touched her lips. “Are you certain of your move?” Nathaniel asked, relaxed and attentive. He gave her time to reconsider her move, but she declined. “You are too considerate. Uncle Lucian is merciless. He says it’s more effective.” “He’s not wrong.” He cleared her rook. “You can play.” “My play is clumsy compared to your friend.”

“Thank you for all you do. Liora wouldn't stop talking about you.” “Aww… thank you.” I smiled, watching them hold each other. “I think she's in love with you.” Nathaniel said, and I laughed. “I mean… who wouldn't?” I responded, and they laughed. Kael. He wouldn't. Fuck ass terrible goat. I pulled Liora to the side, whispering to her, “don't tell me you've been getting fucked since we got here.” “That's mostly what we've been doing. We walked around for a bit also.” She giggled.

“I don’t think you like demons at all. I find that funny since you’re mated to one.” “Nathaniel didn’t throw demons out of the lair because of what they are. He accepted them regardless of that. It’s fucked up that you couldn’t extend him the same courtesy. I don’t know what he was like in the past, but if it’s anything like he is now, you and your people lost a loyal friend. Not only that, but you also lost an outstanding leader.” I shifted back into my human form, squeezing her hip to grab her attention. “Rozol wasn’t one of them. He owns a different lair,” I said with a smile as guilt sparked in her eyes.

Silently eager to drag their swords into our bodies with only but a word. "You talk big for a coward. You couldn't take care of the situation yourself, so you hired someone else to do your dirty work. How original." Nicklos said with a dry smirk. I couldn't help but nod in solemn agreement. "You see it as over kill, but I see it as making sure the job gets done. Do you know how annoying it is when you catch on to things quickly and I have to replan everything? Enjoy your new friends Alliah." Uriah turned on the ball of his foot, throwing his hand in the air as he waved, and disappeared through the throng of men. Nathaniel was close behind him. Although I could understand Uriah's need to betr

"You are the President of a country. How can you be fooled so easily?" Nathaniel looked at her, but he smiled without saying anything. Did she know that he was willingly being teased because it was her. No one else could have the privilege to do so. Karen Joy pouted and said, "Brother Lionel, does your silence mean that you think I had said something wrong? It's not the first time I found out that you are silly, don't you deny it." Nathaniel did not speak. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and pressed her under his body. He looked at her and said, "I didn't deny it."

He spoke, his voice low and rough. Nathaniel was a silent human. He didn't like to talk. He was one of the people whose silence was comforting yet a bit scary. Even at the age of twenty-five, his aura was frightening to those who were strangers to him. The black ink on both of his muscular arms gave him a bad boyish look, specially with the nose piercing he had. Humming, I urged him to go on, as I wiped the blood off his chest. “Our boxer had almost killed their boss, Deus. They came to get revenge. They’ll probably look for them everywhere.” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Leora. I stepped into the living area and felt my nerves twisting in my gut. Here goes nothing, I guess. Nathaniel emerged from the left bedroom with an uneasy smile. Commanding in presence, he was easily six feet tall with the unmistakable bulk of a lycan. The fine lines near his eyes betrayed his age, revealing years beyond youthful energy. Dominance rolled off him in waves. His brown hair was neatly cut shorter on the sides but longer on top. The faint waves of his hair softened an otherwise imposing figure. The smile on his lips grew as his deep brown eyes swept over me.

“We knew using Sloane would be a long shot, given his history with Malachy. But we found our weak links, and we learned something most worthwhile.” Griffin’s eyes tracked his father’s movements across the room. “And that is?” he questioned suspiciously. A sly smirk was his reward. “Silly boy,” the older dragon chided. “Claire has proven herself a most prized and invaluable treasure.” Nathaniel strolled to a glass hutch containing crystal bottles full of different liquors and opened a decanter of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid into a crystal goblet before he sat on a lavish tufted-back chair facing the stone hearth.